Ah, Lameo. A sort of giant walking sucking sensation. He has, though, after all your subtle hints, managed to work out that you don't like him. I can't say I yet hate him (I've had inadequate exposure), but I thoroughly sympathise.

Love -- I'm a bit the same myself. I love my friends intensely, and those I truly love even more so, the number of people that I care about is huge. To love and be loved is a fine thing, and we are lucky to be the way we are.

And maybe there are people for whom loving person A means they have less love to give to person B, but I've always found that the more you love, the more capacity you have for love.